Pat: You have poor social skills. You have a problem.
Tiffany: I have a problem? You say more inappropriate things than appropriate things.
Tiffany: Can we get through one fucking conversation without you reminding me that my goddamn husband's dead?
Tiffany: I opened up to you, and you judged me.
Officer Keogh: Hey, aren't you Tommy's widow?
Tiffany: Yes, I'm Tommy's crazy whore widow. Minus the whore thing, for the most part.
Officer Keogh: You want to get a drink sometime?
Pat: You shouldn't say that to her. She doesn't do that anymore.
Officer Keogh: What? What did I say?
Pat: She doesn't do that anymore.
Pat: You look nice.
Tiffany: Thank you.
Pat: Oh, I'm not flirting with you.
Tiffany: Oh, I didn't think you were.
Pat: I just see that you made an effort, and I'm gonna be better with my wife. I'm working on that. I wanna acknowledge her beauty. I never used to do that. I do now. Just practising. How'd Tommy die?
Tiffany: I do this! Time after time after time! I do all this shit for other people! And then I wake up and I'm empty! I have nothing!
Tiffany: You're not a standup guy today, Pat!
Ree: This fella with the money have a name?
Satterfield: Shit no. Probably left that in his other pants.
Ree: What I really can't stand is the way I feel ashamed... for dad.
Teardrop: Well, he loved y'all. That's where he went weak.
Merab: One of my nephews is Buster Leroy. Didn't he shoot your daddy one time?
Ree: Yes, but that's got nothin' to do with me. They settle that stuff themselves, don't they?
Merab: Shootin' him likely settled it.
Ree: He might be hangin' around with Little Arthur and them. You think?
Teardrop: You don't wanna go around Little Arthur's askin' them people about anything they ain't offered to talk about. That's a real good way to end up et by hogs... or wishin' you was.
Hank McCoy: You have no idea what I'd give to feel...
Raven Darkholme: Normal.
Young Raven: You're not scared of me?
Charles Xavier: I always knew I couldn't be the only one who was... Different.
